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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 9:28 am
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It was a quiet sound. Indeed, he would not have noticed it at all had it not been so still, and had he not been paying attention to his surroundings, as this scouting foray inland demanded. But as it was, he had noticed, and it made him pause, lifting his head, ears raised. There it was again.
Following the sound brought him to a fallen tree, and a most surprising sight. It took him a moment to realize there was a doe attached to the tangled strands and roots, and a moment more to realize all of that was, well, hair. He shook his own mane, ever salt-crusted from the ocean he only left when bid, but it might have been fur compared to the sheer amount of this doe's tresses. He was glad of it though, otherwise he would have likely ended up in her current predicament.
"I think you're just making it worse," he noted, with a soft chuckle.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 11:24 am
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She looked at him, shaking hair from her eyes, registering his existence, but not making so much as a sound. That was curious. He thought she'd either implore him to help her or, if she tended toward the foul-tempered, snap at him to let her be (which he might have, though after how much teasing would depend on how foul). Stubbornness wasn't wholly unexpected-- like a typical doe she hadn't bothered to listen to him and kept tugging away. Silence hadn't been on the table though, and he found himself intrigued.
"You really should stop that," he said, stepping forward toward the tangle of roots and hair. "If you don't mind...?" A flick of his tail towards her predicament indicated the question was an offer.
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Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 11:34 pm
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Muffinsbaby There is no such thing as shortness <33 I am long done with trying to make things long xD Again, she said nothing, and he smiled a little to himself at that. It was, oddly, somewhat charming. She stood still this time, though, giving some slack to her hair, and he stepped closer, carefully examining the predicament of her tresses. It was... well, something of a mess. Perhaps if he tugged right there... he carefully took hold of a lock of hair with his teeth and, as gently as he could, tugged it loose. The remainder of that section was caught on a spindly root, though, and he highly doubted his teeth were so dexterous as to handle that.
"I don't suppose you've ever considered cutting this, have you?" he asked with a quirk of a brow. He was only half joking.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2015 10:51 am
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It didn't hurt her, not anymore. Her hair had been pulled so often, by entanglement and by raucous youths, that she'd become desensitized to the pain of it. She watched him closely as he detangled a small section, inspecting how he helped her. She smiled gently in thought of him helping her. He didn't have to, but here he was.
All this changed as he mentioned cutting her hair; she panicked. She stomped her hooves as she tugged harder, jumping from this side and that of the root. Her hair came out in ragged sections, leaving a small amount still tangled among the root for some animal to find and use, but you'd hardly guess from the amount still attached to the doe. Once she was free she took a wide stance, her sides heaving, eyes wide and heated, and hair strewn wildly about her. Her eyes focused on the buck, boring into his own. She seemed to be daring him to take her hair away from her.
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